Not me. I was in my tent trying to sleep at the time. It was fairly drunk out that evening, as I recall, and Jack Hardy was in the compound at the time, and I do seem to remember an exhaust rumble that sounded suspiciously like my son-in-laws truck but....nah. It was convenient having it there though. Kris keeps threatening to write a tune called Potty on the Turnpike, though.
Sandy